January is upon us. All that bone chilling cold, what better time to curl up with a book. Red Rose Publishing has a great deals: half-off all ebooks sale for ONE day and that day is January 01, 2009. The sale includes the books releasing that day as well.
Still undecided? Why not try the first book in a three book series from author Nancy O’Berry. What happens behind the doors of Sweetbrier Academy, a high end brothel with twelve lovely ladies free to give love and looking for that long term commitment in 1870…
Sweetbrier Academy Book One Having Faith out now at Red Rose
Mainstream Romance: Historical/Period
ISBN: 978-1-60435-243-6
Cover Artist: Nancy Donahue
Editor: Monti
$2.99 http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?cPath=23_45&products_id=331
“Champaign.” He acknowledged, reaching for the glass.
Faith stopped him with a shake of her head. Her lips pursed. He watched hypnotized as she ran a finger around the lip of the glass before dipping inside. Then lifting her hand, a single drop of the beverage fell into her opened mouth. Below his waist, Thaddeus felt himself rise.
“Ummm,” Her throat warbled the sound as she plunged her finger back into the drink, and then held it aloft for the second time.
Thaddeus needed no coaxing. He opened his mouth and allowed the nectar to fall into his lips. Peach, it tasted of peach. As she pulled away, he reached out and took her finger into his mouth. With slow diligence, his tongue began to stroke the single digit of her hand. First, down one side, then across to the other, finally he rolled his tongue around the length of it and drew firm against the skin.
It pleasured him to watch Faith’s lashes make a slow descent to her cheeks as the heat of passion painted her neck. She moved with his tongue to the left then to his right. Afraid she might fall, he placed his hands against her hips to steady her. His fingers felt the sudden attraction of lace. It seemed only natural to draw the material into a bunch and move it in slow circles against her. He could hear her breath increase with each rotation.
“Faith,” he whispered when he at last let go of her finger.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him. Her lips twitched, but did not break into a smile. It took three deep breaths, her breasts struggling to break free from the material that bound them, before she could answer. And when she did, it was only three words.
“Your drink, sir.”
Coming soon Holding on to Hope Book two of Sweetbrier expected in early 2009. Here is an unedited excerpt.
Hope leaned her head upon her knees a pleasant expression filled her face. “You haven’t told me why Panther’s Landing?”
“Ah, I haven’t, have I?” Jonathan drew a deep breath and sat up. “I chose Panther’s Landing for two reasons.”
“Two is a good number.”
“One, because Dr. Griffin and I worked together in the army and I owe him a great deal.”
“And the second?”
“The second, because out here, there are no memories to haunt my nights.”
She looked at him. Her face grew sober. “Your wife haunts you?”
“Not so much Suzanna, but what might have been.”
She watched his finger trace the blanket. Hope could feel a tug on her heartstrings. Leaning back, she laid her head against the wool and gazed into his face.
“I hear, if, is one of the largest words in the dictionary.”
“Hum,” he answered deep in thought.
Hope reached out and touched his hand. “You can’t build new bridges with seeds of doubt.”
He grinned and pulled her right hand toward him. “Is that what I’m doing? Planting seeds of doubt?”
She responded with a coy smile.
As he watched her, the color of the flames illuminated her skin. A blush of peach, the iridescent blue of her eyes going from light to dark, his eyes moved further down her face toward her mouth, cherry red and luscious. As he stared at her lips, they parted and her tongue hungrily moistened the dry flesh. Jonathan inwardly groaned.
He wanted her. God help him, he wanted to bury himself into her body and rock her just as her tempting looks fanned the heat of his passion. Sprawled across the blanket, her hair some pulled from its placement curled from the dampness around her face. An arm cast above her head and her face upturned to stare at him waiting to be kissed. Rolling to his stomach, he dropped a hand around her waist.
